Tuesday, February 28, 2012

I thought I would say a short
goodbye to this space where I have been writing these last few months. I had a
forced hiatus in January due to a lack of internet connection in Mexico and it
was a bit of a torture for me. I wanted to write and everything there was
stacked against me...wind, sand, sun...Karma? The way it was supposed to go
down? Probably. I made fantastic use of the extra time I had to bond on the
beach with some cool people.

This time, I'm saying goodbye
to this space for far longer. Lucky me but sad me too! I've grown used to being
here and having my new friends write to me about my posts or just me writing to
myself about anything, which I love.

I'm taking my iPad with me to
some islands. They're great pieces of technology but sorely lacking in the word
processing area. Everything I've tried to post on it ends up mucked up (gave up
swearing for Lent, like that cover up?).

A new friend from Sunday Stream
of Consciousness suggested I just do that while I'm gone. No formatting, no
structure, just my thoughts for what those are worth and that's not much to
most of you. It will be silly, beachy, rum-soaked me! Just kidding about the rum-soaked
part but not the silly!

So I WILL give it a whirl.
Please know that I will be reading all of you while I'm away from this chair
and this desktop!

I thought I would include some
songs that make me think of vacation when I'm sitting at home on a cold Chicago
day...which is often! I would include a favorite island guy of mine if I could
find a YouTube link for him. It's Bankie Banx from Anguilla and I've visited
his place on the beach, The Dune Preserve, more than a few times. He sings a
song called "Find It" and that always takes me back to the sand on
Rendezvous Bay.

This creamy, silky, steaming cup of cappuccino is a ritual
of mine whenever I have visited my favorite city in the world. It’s enjoyed
every morning, in exactly this spot, every single time and always outside.
Often times I’m there as the restaurant is turning over it’s chairs and the
market people setting up their offerings.

Some may think that I lack imagination for being so
routine in a historic place. For me, it is anything but that. This particular cup
has been enjoyed alongside some of the most special people I could ever know
and reminds me of how very lucky I am in my life.

I am talking about Rome and this is Campo dei Fiore.

This city, this cup, this spot, this feeling… the warmth
and calm never elude me.

It’s not about the coffee exactly. It’s about the moments
in time you allow yourself to just be and take in all the present has to offer.
You feel it in your soul and know you’re creating something special with the
people around you, friends or strangers. I’ve learned this here, in this spot
with this cup. Take time to slow down. Be the observer and just watch it all
come alive!

I’ve been to Rome on four occasions. However, it was the first
one, with my mother, where my communion with this culture, it's people, began.
Carving out and sharing a small piece of our day, every day, as the piazza
began to bustle took us back to a simpler time.

Watching the “slow” life happen around us became a morning
ceremony of sorts, each and every time we returned to Rome. These were quiet
moments when none of us needed to speak, each leaving the table by ourselves,
when the spirit moved, to explore and be totally drawn in by the people selling
their food or the locals who were doing their daily shopping.

I visited this woman each morning.
She was bundled up in a wool sweater against the morning chill and she trimmed
artichokes. Each morning I would stop, watch and smile at her. She always
smiled back. It became our thing and each morning our smiles became wider!

Sunday, February 26, 2012

This5 minute Stream of Consciousness was inspired bymy insignificant thoughts first thing Sunday morning, between cups one and two, and after reading the Big Paper. Also, I read Kenya's entry every week so I thought I would give it a try. "What is the season of my life at this moment?" Timer set and GO...

What do I love about Sunday mornings as an empty nester? The Quiet! Today is bright and
sunny and cold. The paper is read…on cup numero dos of my java. There are a
million things on my list of things to do today. Usually, I can get away with most Sunday's, or any day really, without much that HAS to be done and I can do the minimum. That's right...I have no kids left at home which sometimes gets me choked up a bit. Not today though.

Two bickering dogs break my quiet moment. Take it
somewhere else so I can think. My loving partner enters, fresh from sleeping in
way too long, IMO. What are we going to do today? My answer is “What are YOU
going to do today?” I have my own list to accomplish. I’m going to be with you for an extended amount of time.
Maybe we should head in different directions today. Hate when I’m snippy
because I really don’t mean to be. Sometimes happens when I have a lot on my
mind.

I’m lucky to be writing this to-do list. I’m lucky to have
woken up…period, but too early! I’m lucky to be able to stay in my jammies all
morning. I’m lucky that in two days I will be away from the cold and wind of
Chicago for 2.5 weeks. I’m an official snowbird flying away to the warmth.
Afraid not! Just a long awaited vacation.

How will I do with my darling hubby for 2.5 weeks? Will we
annoy each other….

End of
time.

So what
I just discovered is I need quite a bit of work with this “Stream of
Consciousness” thing.

You’d think
I’d have more important things swirling around up there. Nope!

It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump.
Want to try it? Here are the rules…

▪Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.

▪Write an intro to the post if you want but
don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in
the raw.

▪Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door
to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

I have a
significant number of vices and probably several I don’t even know about or
refuse to acknowledge. I have my friends to remind me of those things so there’s
no need for me to keep track of everything about myself! They do a fine job!

Some
people may look at vices, in general, as a negative trait when considering a
person. I would never do that to any of you! I will not even utter the “J” word here,
or EVER, because I distain it more than just about anything. Judgmental people are at the
tippy top of my list of pet peeves. You
are you and I’m not you so have at yours while I continue with mine!

My two
absolutely favorite vices are wine and coffee (most people know this about me
already). I love, love, love them both so it has taken a lot of thought over
the last 24 hours to decide/determine which one I would rather divorce if the
screws where turned. They both make my toes curl, in wonderful but very different ways.

I
actually did a little self reflection and research on a website to help me make
this important personal decision and not that I have any plans to do so.

Wine is Proof God
Loves Us and Wants Us to be Happy by Benjamin Franklin

(I’ve
used this quote before and it’s no lie! If he said...)

But then,
I found an equally compelling quote about coffee that summarizes my feelings very
well.

Things I love about
coffee:

Coffee is hot

Coffee makes me
excited

Coffee is good
enough to have every day.

Coffee smells good

Coffee makes me
nervous sometimes

Coffee gives me warm
and fuzzies

Even when coffee is
too strong or too weak, it’s still good.

When I
think back historically about my relationship with both of these liquid gold
drops of goodness, I realize that one WAS rather easy to give up and the other
impossible so I didn’t.

One gives
me a headache if I drink three glasses and the other gives me a headache when I
don’t.

Therefore,
if push came to shove and God forbid it ever does…

I can’t stop
drinking the coffee. If I stop drinking the coffee, I stop doing the standing
and the walking and the words putting-into-sentence doing.

Drink Coffee…Do
Stupid Things Faster with More Energy!

That is my
final answer…Coffee; I’ve never been able to give it up and I never will. Wine is a
very close second for me because…

For instant happy
woman (me), just add wine!

BUT, Step
away from my coffee and no one gets hurt!

(Credit
Pinterest for the quotes in BOLD
type)

The concluding
thought that puts the cherry on top is I'd always share my wine with anyone. Go ahead, have a sip. However, back off my perfectly golden goodness or I might snip. That’s how I knew by which
would make me angry living without or having someone touch.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Some people really enjoy sweating with their significant
other…I mean working out together. They say it’s a bonding experience, fun and
motivating. Couples who work out together, stay together is a saying we joke
about when we see fit couples together at the gym. Of course, we also feel the
need to razz them and comment. They’re friends so they usually just roll their
eyes.

(This is a picture of my husband, isn't he hot?

That's me below)

Slightly distracted...I personally find it to be none of the things mentioned
above and it doesn’t work out for us at all.

We’ve really only formally worked out twice together over
the course of a gazillion years. While vacationing, we’ll workout in the same
hotel gym doing our own thing, arrive and leave together but that’s about all
the interaction that takes place.

The very first time, I surprised him on a Saturday several
years ago and had a workout scheduled in advance with our friend, Jen. I said,
“Come work out with me. It’ll be really fun!” Jen is a kick your ass kind of
trainer and creative when it comes to exercise.

The first problem… it was an hour, he bitched the whole
time and said he would never work out with me again. In all fairness, he wasn’t
in the shape he’s in now. It definitely became a joke at the gym, as we were
never seen there at the same time ever again. “They don’t work out together,
ever!” We agreed that he would, again, do his thing and I would do mine, and
never our paths should cross.

By the way, he does work out with Jen on his own in the
evening and I affectionately call it “his time”. He’s an ex-athlete with all
sorts of aches and pains (errrr, excuses), so she tailors the time to his likes
and needs. Works out pretty smoothly.

So, this leads into the second time we’ve worked out with
Jen together more than 7 years later. It was yesterday afternoon…

Actually, I was the one who encroached on his personal
time with Jen. I asked if he would mind if I joined them. What else was he
going to say but “sure”? I suppose I didn’t leave him much choice in the matter
other than looking like a meanie if he said no.

Unbeknownst to him, I texted Jen to check it out; was it
okay with her plans? Her response, “Are you sure it’s okay with Rusty?” She
fully remembers last time. I told her he said it was fine but I had a big question
and I asked him the same one…”Is it going to be a weenie workout?” What I mean
by that is he does a lot of exercises to supplement his golf game and it’s too
passive for me. Both he and Jen said it wouldn’t be weenie.

Text from Jen right before we arrive…”This is going to be
a really fun one!” I anticipate a problem from the minute I see these words. We
have different definitions of what’s fun as it pertains to fitness. I choose not to tell him.

(Cameron Diaz and A-Rod pretending they're us!)

Yesterday officially became the last day we will work out
together. One of us liked it because it was challenging and exhausting. The
other one didn’t for the same reasons. I’m sure you can guess who is who.

Friday, February 17, 2012

There is truly nothing sweeter than spending time with
your kids especially when those times are so few and far between. You see…I am
an empty nester.

I haven’t seen my son since he checked out of his personal
Bed, Breakfast and More on January 8th. Actually, his father
informed him that check out time on that day was 12:00pm. You should have seen
his face. It was really quite funny (Check Out Time).

My darling sugar plum fairy of a daughter has been home
more recently but anytime away from her makes me sad. Her brother on the other
hand, ehhhh! Just kidding but not really…him being the high maintenance one.
Everyone always thinks it’s the girls but it’s all in the personality and not
in the gender…in my experience.

We are very lucky they attend the same university, where
their daddy went, so we can hit them up in one big swoop. I’m hoping everyone
looks happy and healthy. Hard to tell when you aren’t pushing the food and
vitamins. Trying to release that white knuckled death grip on them.

I suppose it’s all about letting go and that’s been hard
for me. Not to say that I haven’t gotten used to a quiet household. I have, but
it was a work in progress from August until December. You hope those wings you
spent 18 years helping them develop actually work and they take off to fly.
Then, of course, there is the fingers crossed “please make smart decisions”
thing too!

Thursday, February 16, 2012

There aren’t many things I wouldn’t
give a whirl but there are certainly a few things I would never do, want to do or be willing to do. If you have
done the things on my Reverse Bucket List, more power to you and please don’t
be offended if I don’t partake. For me, some things are just not gonna happen. Like…

1. I’m never going to Japan,
not one ounce of interest even though I’ve been known to stalk the head chef at
The Sushi House. You tried to lose me by moving to Nabuki but I found you!

2. I would never, never appear
on “Fear Factor” and only for one reason. I’m not going to eat or drink any of that disgusting crap!
Push me out of a helicopter but I refuse to drink donkey piss (they got in
trouble for that!)

3. A tarantula will never come
anywhere near me again. We came upon one on a path in Big Sur and told our
friend to put her foot next to it for size reference. We later found out they
jump. Yuck!

That's my bad video job as we were caught by surprise.

4. I will never watch Jersey Shore
or read anything related to the subject and I don’t think that requires an
explanation!

5. I'll never run a marathon. I’m not
going to poop my pants on the streets of Chicago just to finish or maybe it’s
because my body wouldn’t cooperate. Not sure.

6. I refuse, therefore won't, give up wine or coffee but
if I had to break up with one, it would be coffee.

You know who said this?
Benjamin Franklin and he knows his shit! True fact!

7. I will never be a White Socks
fan. When you live in Chicago, there are some decision you have to make early
on and then there’s no such thing as switching even though they suck EVERY
SINGLE year.

Sorry, slightly inappropriate.

8. I think some tattoos are
really pretty but…

9. I don’t want to jinx myself
because I have never even been arrested which kind of leads into… I never want
to spend the night in jail. I’ve had a run in or two before or should I say a “run
from” so I’ll knock on wood here.

Good book, BTW

10. I won't be taking it all off at a nudist
beach. My only opportunity was when I went to Hedonism in Jamaica at the age of 25. If I didn’t do it then it is very unlikely to happen...EVER. That's not to say I wouldn’t go to a very private beach and skinny dip but not
more than one person at a time is going to see me doing this!

There you have it...a few things I never want to do courtesy of Mama Kat's prompt:

3.) Create a reverse bucket list
that names the top ten things you never want to do. (Inspired by The Hairpin)

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

I have a brand new friend from the blogging world. Her
name is Jen and she writes one of my favorite blogs called We're Living a Full Life.What I like about Jen’s blog is that it is always fresh and creative. She
has a very talented eye for photography. To me, her pictures are simple yet
stunning! I love her blog so please go see her, as I’m always excited when her new posts appear in my Reader List.

I am so honored that she has included me, a brand spankin’
new blogger, in her Versatile Blogger Award.

So, thank you Jen from the bottom of my heart!!! Of
course, I accept, I accept, I accept!

There are some things I’m supposed to do to accept this
awesome award:

The
Rules for The Versatile Blogger Award

1. Thank the award-giver and link
back to them in your post.

2. Share 7 things about yourself.

3. Pass this award along to 15
recently discovered blogs you enjoy reading.

4. Contact your chosen bloggers to
let them know about the award.

Okay…Here we go! Seven things about
me:

1.I’m the worst sailor in my family and I’m not bad. My daughter
and her father bicker between them about who is better. She, “Woman Captain of
the Year” for a 21 boat E-Scow Racing Fleet at the lake or him, the old
“salty dog”.

2. I have a memory
like an elephant. Never tell me anything you have a problem with me remembering
for life. Also, numbers are my thing. This is a blessing and a curse at times.

3.I am an awesome trip planner and I have never had anyone, who I’ve
asked, decline joining me on a trip I’ve put together. Not bragging, just good at
it!

4.My kids both go to the same University and it’s where their
father went as well. IMO, it’s the prettiest Big Ten campus out there.

5.I don’t panic…ever. Maybe I should at times but mostly it comes
in handy.

6.I exercise a lot but have to in order to fight the downward
trend happening over here.

7.Due to a sales job oh so long ago, I have visited all but 7 of
our grand states.

Since I am such a newbie, only two
months into this, I would like to pass this award on to two blogs I have really
enjoyed over the past two months.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

But I don’t celebrate the “big”
day and it’s not because I’m not romantic or in love or anything like that. Is
it a Hallmark holiday? I usually say let’s not do something just because someone decided we
should; nothing like putting pressure on people to act! You know I love you because I tell you.

I've never been a present person so if
you ask me what I want you know you’ll get a list of stuff like a robe, gloves, water glasses
and a teapot (my Christmas list for the family). I don’t wear a lot of jewelry…
one ring on each hand, one special necklace, sometimes a bracelet and earrings
occasionally on the weekend, if I remember. I look at a box filled with lovely things that are never worn. I’m not ungrateful. You know it's not important to me.

Pick a random day, put on your
awesome iPod and grab me to dance.

Ask me to go on an afternoon
walk with the puppies.

Call me up in the afternoon and
suggest dinner around the corner at the diner.

Talk to me about anything other
than the kids, our families, work and all the sensitive subjects that confuse
our everyday life.

Take me to the movie I’ve wanted
to see and hold my hand through most of it except if I’m going for the popcorn
then let go.

Let me plan a trip just for us
and because I’m really good at it know I’ll pick a place we both have been
longing to go. You know the combination of a bathing suit, sun and a beautiful beach
melts me into putty.

I am grateful because you do most of these things for me (except the grab and dance thing) but
let’s do them more often!

What I’m saying is let’s
keep creating memories but not on a day when we're supposed to. Those are the gifts that are most special to me…places
and moments that I can lock away in my heart, which can’t be lost or forgotten.
It’s what’s important to both of us. We had nothing when we started and some of those times were our happiest (although it's nice to be able to afford dinner out without the worry of credit card bills). I remember telling a friend that you marry for love and cross your fingers. My fingers haven't needed crossing in years.

I have this vivid memory of my parents dancing to I Hear A Symphonyon random weekend nights.

And just when I thought this day
would be like yesterday, the doorbell rings. I peek out and there’s someone
standing on my porch with a simply gorgeous vase of red roses. The last time I answered
my door for flowers, they were for my neighbor. I only get flowers on my
birthday from my dad.

I’m stunned! This is definitely
a huge surprise (I should go re-check the card). I think I'll welcome him home a little differently tonight.
Not because it’s Valentines Day but because he made me feel special when I didn’t
expect it!

Monday, February 13, 2012

What made me think of this? I have no idea but I was
standing in my kitchen just now thinking about how normal I am. That’s weird.
I’m not sure I like it. Realizing it might suggest that I need to change
it up a bit…but I don’t really know what that means.

While drinking my coffee and making my water, I thought
about:

What do
I need to accomplish today?

What do
I want to write about and what if I don’t want to write?

I lack
structure and I’m procrastinating a lot lately.

I’m not
super predictable (however, I am reliable) and do I change that?

I’m
comfortable spending a day or days entirely by myself but why don’t I get the
opportunity and what can I do about it?

This cup
of coffee tastes so incredible right now.

My head
aches from the wine I drank last night when my friends were over for dinner and
why do I get talked into that extra glass?

It’s sad
that someone younger than me has passed away from self-destruction or anything
for that matter.

How can so much go through my head in only moments?

I just called myself weird for the second time before 9am because
I realize I do the same thing every morning after I hit the coffee shop (therefore, I am predictable). I make
my water.

What’s my water? It’s called “Sassy Water” but my
daughter, who thinks I’m nuts BTW, calls it “Flirty Girl Water”. I have know
idea how she came up with that name.

It’s one sliced cucumber, one sliced lemon, 12 torn mint
leaves, a tablespoon of grated fresh ginger and a big pitcher of water (2
quarts). Now for the good part…drink the whole thing in one day. I’m addicted
to it but I also need to know where every bathroom is when I’m out just like a
toddler being potty trained!

This is probably TMI but…one of my goals is to pee clear
every day. You can say it now too. She’s weird. I apologize if this calls
attention to the color of yours; it’s a personal thing.

But I’m telling you, if you’re looking to drop a few
pounds, this works. Or maybe it just keeps me away from the Girl Scout cookies
that were delivered yesterday! I think it’s all in the water.

I should probably spend some time rethinking the “I’m so
normal” thing.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

I find Jester Queen's writing to be
fascinating and engaging so I visit her blog often. When I recently read that
she and her friend Bella were doing this thingy related to music, I knew I'd be
all in. This prompt was actually a no brainer for me (choose a love song and explain it's significance in your life). Maybe that’s why I
chose to do it on a Saturday.

Music is a huge part of my
everyday life…my very being. There is, most definitely,
a song that has always been significant to me. I can’t really remember exactly
when it became so meaningful but no later than high school, for sure.

When I listen to this song on my iPod, it never fails to
cause reflection or a momentary pause, at the very least, in whatever I’m doing or thinking. To me,
this song signifies tremendous personal growth and a greater appreciation for the
important people in my life… a timeline of sorts, from where I came to where I
am now.

There are five people who have shaped my life as I stand here
today, parents aside. They come to mind each and every time I hear “In My
Life”. It’s why I always play it twice in a row to give proper contemplation to
each...

A person who is not “in my life” but knows there’s a special,
locked place in my heart for him.

My best friend who I could never imagine my life without
and will, hopefully, never experience that feeling.

My lover of 23 years.

My two children who mean absolutely the world to me.

“If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100
minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.” Winnie the Pooh to Piglet

**Now if I got to choose three more I would pick "You're In My Heart" by Rod Stewart, "The Way We Were" by Barbra Streisand and "Follow You, Follow Me" by Genesis!

Friday, February 10, 2012

This prompt was one of the first Red Dress Club prompts. We were to choose numbers from a list as follows: The first number will be for your character, the second your setting, the third the time and the fourth will be the situation.

Then take the four elements and combine them into a short story.

All four you picked MUST be your main elements, but you can add in other characters, settings, times and situations.

I chose a waitress, at a party, at or around midnight and someone has lost/found something.

Thank
God Margaret’s equally desperate to come up with rent money. Our apartment
isn’t expensive but it’s happens every month. We both have fulltime jobs but somehow
it’s always a problem. We need to find better drink specials or boys to buy
rounds without strings attached.

Opportunity
appears at our apartment door in the form of Sandy, Mar’s sister, who offers us
a Friday gig that pays $75 cash for five hours of waitressing. “I suck at
waitressing?” “You’ll be fine. You’ll need a black skirt, white blouse and you’re
good to go.” She didn’t mention
the gig was at Owensia Golf Club, the most exclusive country club in the Chicagoland
area. Can you say swank?

The
first night goes so well the GM asks us back for a REALLY BIG party where our
best behavior is required. Huh? The waitresses are buzzing because there’re some huge
names attending tonight (Marshall Fields, Wrigleys, Pritzkers, Mortons). This
is the kind of party I’d rather attend then serve but being broke is a
fantastic motivator.

It takes
only moments to realize there’s benefits to wandering through this crowd. The
fancies brought along the younger generation. I know I’m just a waitress and have a boyfriend, but I’ve
always believed you can be on a diet and still look at the menu, and there’s
good stuff on this one.

I
keep catching the eye of this great looking guy and, shit, he’s moving into my
area so I’ll have to take his drink order. I always go red in the face at times
like this and I feel it as he orders a beer. Now, I’m going to have to bring it back to him. Just relax, I
tell myself. I didn’t become more bold and flirtatious until a year or two later.

For
dinner, I’m assigned the Marshall Fields table and guess who’s at it? Couldn’t
I just get the rich nobodys? I see Margaret laughing and I know it was a
mistake to mention I thought this guy was hot. Every time I set a plate in
front of him, he speaks to me. If I wasn’t so uncomfortable I might pick up the
flirting.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Since I was a huge slug yesterday, I owed it to my brain
and blog to write twice today (January’s goal was writing 6 times a week;
Sunday, day of rest). Actually, I wasn’t completely doing nothing; it was just
one of those days where I was obligated to sit around for 8 hours without
anything but my iPad and phone for company. So…. I read, a lot, instead of
writing. I’m okay with that. I love to read and the material was rather
interesting………

I belong to a small, neighborhood gym; used to get a
paycheck there but that was a looong time ago. What I like about this
place is it’s fun. We're constantly trying new and different ways to exercise. Everyone knows each other, people are working out at all
different levels, anyone can stick their iPod in the stereo for the listening
pleasure of all and, the best part, no one is paying one lick of attention to what anyone else is doing. The place
kind of smells, probably because of Big Dave or maybe me, I don’t know.
Everyone’s pretty sweaty so it's hard to point fingers.

I’ve
mentioned before, a huge highlight of my week is Thursday mornings when I get after it with Big Dave. Dave is tall, dark, good looking, funny, 9 years younger than me
and just as annoying as a little brother. He also swears a lot which is
funny and I sort of like it; I’m strange! He knows my music and puts together
great play lists just for us.

*Dave, you will never see this but if you ever do, there’s
no need for any of this to go to your head because, remember, you annoy me!*

On a typical Thursday morning, I get to hit Dave, HARD, for
an entire 40 minutes and I just love it but today, that didn’t go down. Talk about being disappointed...B.D.
gave me the excuse that his back hurt and he couldn’t box. Poor baby. However,
I figured out pretty quickly that his intention all along was to kick my ass
around like a cat playing with a ball of yarn.

My fault… I let him do whatever he wants and he can be
pretty demanding. Often, I’m the passive one in this relationship and he
enjoys these little moments when he gets to push me around. It’s all in the name of
physical exertion and a pounding heartbeat, isn't it? He says this is his 40 minutes.

(I still don’t know how to upload a YouTube video to the
blog so just click on the link)

Thank God we're always alone in the exercise studio so we can blare my
playlist and swear…A LOT because I just have to do it. I’m proud of myself; I only used the F-bomb four
times but once I yelled it pretty loud. Big Dave… probably 20 times but he's in charge…

”Give it
everything you F’n got”, “Leave everything on the F’in floor”, “Beat that F’in rope”, “Cheers
to the F’in weekend”, I can’t even remember the rest of his Dave-isms because there are too many and I
was far too exhausted to care anymore.

Today was an open the windows and prop the doors
morning, for sure! I left flushed, hungry and pumped to start my day.